Can you feel the healing breath

As the monster devours your days and hours?

Nothing can blot out the light of thought

Connected by a golden thread

Exact in its summation of all feelings twinned

Realities define all we will become

I have managed to travel back to 1906 via my time machine, The Copyrightron and take this photo.

Everyone back then looked at me like I was some kinda freak. Nothing new there.

Fictional time machine dreamed up by H.G.Wells.

Ever wondered about time travel?
Forget it, it’s not going to happen; not backwards in time anyway, and if it’s not possible to travel backwards in time, as I’ll prove to you in a minute, then anyone who manages to travel into the future will not be able to travel back to tell us about it! Confused? My theory is simple, read on.

Every worthwhile invention, from the wheel to the mobile phone, had come about faster as time has gone on, with technology gaining momentum as we buy things that are out of date as soon as the cash goes in the till. Progress happens so fast now that everyone has the latest gadgets within a year or two of them being invented.

Now if technology was to take even a million years to come up with a time machine capable of travelling back in time, ten years after that, they would be commonplace. Motor cars, aeroplanes, video recorders and even space travel are now available to anyone who has the cash to pay for them, and all of these are fairly recent inventions compared to life on Earth.

Taking all that into account, doesn’t it seem inevitable that if time travel (backwards) were to become possible in the future, people would have been popping up everywhere throughout history? Wouldn’t you have them suddenly appearing in the streets everywhere bragging about their latest model Z98 TW3 Timezip Ghia?
It seems obvious to me that if travelling back in time ever became possible we would have known about it by now, no matter how many years ahead it was invented.

Azi m-am teleportat in timp cu sageata albastra, ne-am desprins de sine, am ajuns la warp speed (50 km/h) si ne-am dus in viitor. Nu aberez, am si dovada foto, si nu e trucata. Va arat si voua aceasta dovada a calatoriei mele.

Ceea ce e si mai ciudat, in viitor, in doomiipatrujnoo, Romania arata tot la fel. Asta inseamna ca nici pana la acea data nu o sa fie mai buna situatia aici?? Look, it’s the same:

time was a car backing out with
no one at the wheel (or in it)
that moment
I saw you younger
years melted,
time travelled backwards.
Did I move? or you change?

What I’d seen
was real–blue sky and sun
and you backlit, background
like the highschool portrait
framed somewhere in storage.

Парадокс с дедушкой (когда ты строишь машину времени, возвращаешься в прошлое, убиваешь своего дедушку, поэтому ты уже не можешь родиться и построить машину времени и убить своего дедушку) это хуйня по сравнению с этим:

В 1945 г. в приют г. Кливленд подбрасывают девочку младенца. “Джейн” растет замкнутой и тупой, не зная кто её родители, до тех пор пока в 1963 она не влюбляется в бродягу. Он заделывает ей ребенка и исчезает, но в тяжелом процессе родов выясняется что Джейн – гермафродит, у неё есть мужские и женские половые органы. Чтобы спасти её, врачи удаляют женские органы и Джейн становится мужиком Джейком. Ребенка похищает какой-то сраный ублюдок прямо из роддома.

Охуев от невезения Джейк начинает пить и становится бомжом. В 1970 он заходит в бар, где рассказывает историю своей жизни бармену. Бармен предлагает Джейку отомстить бродяге за то что он бросил “её” после рождения ребенка и предлагает ему вступить в ряды путешественников во времени. Джейк соглашается и они вместе с барменом летят обратно во времени в 1963 год, когда у Джейн должен появиться ребенок. Но Джейк случайно влюбляется в молодую сироту, и делает ей ребенка, после чего исчезает.

Потом бармен путешествует на 9 месяцев вперед во времени, похищает ребенка и подкидывает его в приют в 1945 году, после чего переносит немного охуевшего Джейка в 1985 год, чтобы он вступил в ряды путешественников во времени. Джейк раздупляется по ходу дела, становится нормальным, бросает пить и становится барменом.

Затем Джейк переносится в 1970 чтобы стать барменом и подготовиться к судьбоносной встрече с самими собой в баре.

Внимание вопрос:
Кто является отцом Джейн, кто такой Джейк, нарисуйте их родословную.

Hello all. This being Thankgiving day, it feels like a great time to announce a special surprise I’ve been planning for my readers. A scavenger hunt! The rules for playing are explained below.

This is a Read, Play, and (hopefully) Win game. The prize is a $25.00 giftcard to Barnes & Noble.

Step #1. If you haven’t already, you’ll need to read all the way through my book Brought to Life. (You knew that was coming, didn’t you? I’m a sneaky, sneaky lady.) Brought to Life is a paranormal romance/time travel ebook that can be found here.

Step #2. Email me at: dara [at] daraenglandauthor [dot] com with the answers to these two questions (these answers can only be found in the book). *1. What is the name of the heroine’s roommate? *2. What famous author does the heroine meet at the end of the book?

Step #3. Wait. I’ll randomly select a winner out of those who answered correctly and will notify them via email on 1/1/10. If there are any questions, please post them below.

Happy hunting and happy holidays!

~Dara England

I got my official release date for Kiss Across Time yesterday.  May 4, 2010.  Just under six months away.

I guess that’s the drawback for writing for a house series.  Everyone gets pooled together at the speed of the slowest common denominator.  I have a feeling I’ll have other titles coming out between now and then.

Anyway, I thought I’d celebrate by splurging with an excerpt, as they seem to be well received by everyone.

But first the blurb, of course!

Taylor Yates just got fired from her university for insisting that the 5^th Century British poet and playwright, Inigo Domhnall, existed. When she hears the poet’s lyrics in a death metal song, she engineers a meeting with the dark-eyed, dark-haired lead singer, Brody Gallagher. An unintended kiss sends them spinning back to the poet’s time, when Saxons were pillaging King Arthur’s Britain, and a warrior expects a proper farewell from his woman before he sets off for war.

Brody’s all for kissing her again.  More, he’d like her to try kissing his friend and lover, Veris, just to see what will happen.  His blond, tall, blue-eyed Saxon friend Veris.

_____________

Excerpt

The bathroom door opened and the singer stepped out, wrapping a silky-looking bathrobe around him. He halted when he saw her, his eyes narrowing.

“It was you,” he said flatly.

Her heart squeezed. It was him. Breandán. In the vision, dream, whatever it was that she’d had when this Brody had kissed her. Long hair and everything.

“You even have a scar on your chest,” she said and lifted her hand to touch, just under her own left breast. “Just like Breandán did.”

His eyes widened. “Jesus,” he breathed.

After a second or two he stirred. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you experienced what I did out there, then.”

She licked her lips. “That isn’t…usual, then?”

He gave a low laugh. “God no!” He lifted a hand to her face but hesitated just before he touched it. “May I?”

She appreciated his sensitivity. “Yes.”

His thumb stroked her cheekbone. “Your name is not really Toiréasa, is it?” His voice was low.

She shivered. He’d been there. He’d really been there with her.

“Taylor,” she said.

“I want to kiss you again, Taylor. I want to see what happens this time.”

She focused on his full lips and she remembered him sliding his cock into her. Even though it had been a dream or a vision, or whatever it had been, she recalled it like it had actually happened. She could feel it. Her clit throbbed.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Curiously, she believed him. She nodded.

His mouth touched hers hesitantly and she knew there was a pocket of fear in him too. Then his lips grew firmer, more demanding and his tongue thrust into her mouth. She forgot about visions and daydreams and simply enjoyed the kiss. Brody was a damn fine kisser and she hadn’t been kissed in a long, long time. She threw herself into the kiss, letting herself be seduced by its power. She pressed up against him, enjoying the pleasure of simply being held by a man, the scent of a man. She wound her arms about his neck and rubbed herself against him with a soft little moan.

He gasped and lifted his head up, looking at her. “No visions,” he said softly. “But both of us experienced it, the first time.”

“Yes,” she agreed. Then she realized that she was draped against him. Worse, his cock was beating between them, signaling his arousal in the most obvious way.

She tried to stand up but he held her still. “Wait,” he said. “There’s no rush, is there?” His hand was stroking the back of her thigh, making it quiver.

“I have to go home.” She tried to make it sound convincing. But she really wanted to stay right where she was and continue kissing him. She had no idea who he was. She didn’t even know his last name. But she already knew what his cock looked like and what it felt like to fuck him. And if the vision they had shared had any sort of truth in it, he had loved her once.

Before she had been fired two days ago, Taylor had been within half an inch of being a history professor. She hadn’t believed in past lives and all that sort of bullshit. But right now she was willing to grasp it in order to give herself enough justification just to fuck the brains out of this man because kissing him felt so damn good. But that wouldn’t make her feel any better tomorrow morning.

She bit her lip. “I can’t stay,” she said regretfully. “I would love to. I would. But that isn’t a good enough reason.”

Brody held up his hand. “Before you go,” he said. “Would you do me one small favor?”

She stepped away from him. “It depends.”

“I want you to kiss my friend. I want to see if it works on him.”

Taylor laughed. “Why on earth would it?” Then something in Brody’s expression registered on her. “Oh…he’s your lover, isn’t he?”

Brody lifted a brow.

“A very long-term lover,” Taylor concluded with growing wonder. She tilted her head to study him. “What is his name?”

“Most people call me Veris, because they can’t pronounce my real name.”

She whirled around to face the voice.

He was sitting on the arm of the chair where the suit jacket had been a few moments before. Blond hair, blue eyes, six foot two inches of self-assured, very broad-shouldered male.

“You!” She struggled for the name. “Dr. Gerhardsson. You consulted with me last week, about the Domhnall plays.”

“Jesus, you son of a bitch,” Brody said behind her. “You went and did it after all.”

Veris smiled. “I did.”

Brody brushed past Taylor and threw himself into the lounge chair. He looked at Taylor. “You’re a history professor?”

“I nearly was,” she said flatly.

“You don’t look like one,” Brody commented.

“Neither does he,” she said, pointing at Veris. He was wearing leather pants and a sleeveless white cotton overshirt that made the most of the tanned, rounded caps of his shoulders and the bunches of muscles of his arms. Veris crossed his arms over his chest, which just seemed to multiply the amount of tanned muscle on display. His blue eyes twinkled.

Brody seemed more than mildly pissed about Veris’ consultation, which had been utterly professional in nature. Dr. V. Gerhardsson had not indicated by so much as an inch that he even recognized that Taylor was a woman.

Even so, Taylor had been left feeling edgy and weak-kneed after the evening consultation and had fallen into bed and indulged in a rare session of masturbation that featured Gerhardsson and his blue eyes and broad shoulders and various parts of his magnificent anatomy, over and over again.

Brody glared at Veris now. “I can see now why you came home in such a muck-sweat that night…the seventeenth, right?”

Taylor jumped. That was the night.

Veris just shrugged a little. No pride lost there. “I have no objections to kissing the lady now, if that’s what you want.” He smiled a little but his eyes were dancing with merriment.

Brody glared for a moment longer, then gave up. Taylor knew he had tabled the argument for later. He sat forward on the seat and spoke to Veris. “I told you what happened during the concert. I want to see if it happens to you when you kiss Taylor, because of our bond. If it does, then we’re going to have to tell Taylor.”

Veris glanced at Taylor. “And that won’t have tipped her off at all,” he said.

“Like consulting her about the Domhnall plays won’t have?” Brody shot back.

Veris grimaced. “I see your point.” He got to his feet and walked toward her and Taylor knew that the equivalent of a nuclear explosion would have to go off before she would move from the spot.

Veris stopped in front of her. “May I?” he asked. He seemed to tower over her five-foot-six frame, even with her spiked boots.

She thought her knees would give out. “Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse.

He slid his hand around her waist and the other under her hair. This close, his blue eyes were mesmerizing and she could feel her heart thundering. It hurt as it slammed against her chest. She gripped Veris’ shirt almost convulsively, suddenly afraid.

“It’s all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers, his breath fanning her. “I have you.”

He kissed her.

_________

So…what do you think? 

]]> http://mywordandwelcometoit.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/its-me-again-margaret-2/ Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:11:26 +0000 anniewilson http://mywordandwelcometoit.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/its-me-again-margaret-2/

I’m BAAA-AAACK!!!

And this time I’m typing from home. I will, more than likely, write about my experience at UCLA Medical Center one day soon but right now I’m bored with that and I would rather talk about MEEEE!!!

I’m officially a crazy old lady so my lifelong dream of becoming old enough to do silly stuff and be considered cute instead of nuts has finally come true. The nursing staff told my daughter that I was “pleasantly confused”. I guess that’s a nice way of saying “nutty as a fruit cake”. When I first came around after the stroke, I was frightened by everything because I didn’t recognize any of it.

But, after a while I realized that I was in a hospital so I sort of just assumed that the aliens were nice aliens and I decided to go along with the program. Since I’m pretty much just following the fates into a confused state that seems seems to be calling me closer and closer, I have no idea what type of blog posts people will be finding when they come here in the future. I suppose it’ll be as though I’m Charly from Flowers for Algernon and no one will know if tomorrow holds a witty Irish chick, a dithering idiot or some combination of the two.

And as batty as I may become, I will STILL make more sense than a hospital that has “Neuro-psychiatric Center” on the front door, “Stroke Unit” on the door to the wing, my NAME on the door to my room AND a promise of confidentiality. I don’t get that at all but maybe it’s me so I’ll just leave it alone until I have more to offer the entire botheration than my verbal wrath.

Confusion is feared by most people but once you adjust, it’s actually rather interesting. The smallest stuff has been fascinating me, like the thing in the bed that looks like a phone, has voices coming out of one side and lots of buttons but you can’t call anyone with it except the nurse.

Oh, and forgetting a few months of your life is exactly like time travel. If you don’t remember what happened since you went to bed on your last birthday which was several months ago, you have, for all intents and purposes, travelled into the future. It’s not something you’d welcome arbitrarily into your life…but it IS time travel nonetheless. Actually, it was space travel as well, after all, it was June and I was in Atlanta…now I’m in Los Angeles and I don’t remember how I got here although once I was told that I took a plane, I DID remember that my dog had flown with me.

I guess it’ll all clear up eventually…it did after the first stroke. I was right smack dab in the middle of singing The Happy Birthday Song to my niece when I suddenly forgot the words to the song. Or, I would need a cup and know what a cup looked like but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what the heck one was called. Words would elude me and like the trips through space and time, you never see it coming. Who would foresee such a curse? No one expects to forget words that you use every single day of your life. Think about the repercussions of that…you could be in rush to order french fries, to get to an appointment or to have an orgasm and suddenly you might forget the word “faster”.

But it’s not all bad, actually there are several other positive things about confusion that are underrated my most people:

1. Lack of responsibilities like driving, babysitting and chopping vegetables.

2. Automatic approval for most government health plans.

3. Appreciation for the phrase, “Once an adult, twice a child.”

4. This is the time in life that you are allowed to fart nilly-willy and not see quite as many aghast faces.

5. If caught loitering, committing vagrancy or trespassing, you’ll avoid jail and go straight to the nearest hospital.

6. As soon as you GET to the hospital, they’ll give you the good drugs.

7. Confused people have absolutely NO interest it smoking, doing drugs or drinking. They exist in a permanent altered state of consciousness. Confusion is one helluva trip dudes!

8. After you spend some time staring at the idiot box, you realize that swings and long walks are much more fun.

9. Of course…if you walk long enough, you get a ride home from the sheriff’s department. If you’re lucky, you could even get a ride back in a helicopter!

10. You fully appreciate John Lennon while NOT under the influence of pot.

Imagine.

Well, I’m sure there are more but one of the bad things abut this entire sordid debacle is the fact that I can’t type anymore. Well, I can but it would probably be quicker to use a pen. This has taken me a LONG FRICKING TIME and I feel like assisting gravity in her efforts to keep the sofa on the floor. See ya!

Title: Life on Mars: Series 2 (UK)
Starring: John Simm, Philip Glenister, Liz White, and Dean Andrews
Running time: 468 minutes
MPAA: Not Rated
Release date: November 24, 2009
ASIN: B002AS45NI
MPAA: unrated
Studio: Acorn Media
Review source: Acorn Media
Rating: A-

Life on Mars is a surreal, gripping and sometimes amusing [the writers chose the 70s for a reason] BBC original series, Detective Inspector Sam Tyler [John Simm] gets hit by a car in 2006 and wakes up in 1973 in his own Manchester precinct. He cannot believe it is 1973 or any of this is real. This is the nightmare from which he cannot awake. Everything is foreign to him and he cannot grasp how outdated and seemingly backwards everything is in 1973. The other detectives behave boorishly and in an unregulated manner that often does not sit well with Tyler. Yet to work with this force, he has to come to terms it. And in Series 2, he looks the part even though he acts much more modern. Tyler’s friendship with Annie [Liz White], an officer in the women’s division of the force [he treats her as an equal and values her input on cases], blossoms into a romance. Finally! There was so much will they/won’t they in Series 1. Life on Mars makes everyone in 1973 daft, chauvinistic, and almost savage. Tyler has managed to break many of his fellow officers’ of their bad habits but he still has issues. Now Tyler is back out on cases, trying to stay sane from the voices he hears in his head [hospital monitors beeping, his mother calling his name] and strange people in the street and television characters talking to him. In the past, he runs into his greatest case from the future who he now believes is tormenting him at his bedside. Tyler is obsessed with taking this guy down NOW in the 70s. He’s in limbo: getting called into the future but physically stuck in the past. Life on Mars is a well-written, clever program with a mix of vintage and present tone and style. The tense storylines and unpredictable nature of the show will keep you on edge, particularly with the intense ending.

Bonus Features:

“The Return of Life on Mars” documentary (45 min.)
Bonus behind-the-scenes footage for episodes 3, 5, and 7 and tour of the set (48 min.)
“The End of Life on Mars” featurette (28 min.)

 –review by Amy Steele

What would you do if, one day, you got a chance to see into the future, and you saw that you were going to be killed within the next week by a fatal chain of events leading to one big accident?

Would you yell? Scream? Cry in frustration? Or would you do everything you could in an attempt to save yourself?

What if, on this very same day, you managed to find a chance to travel back in time to stop that chain of events from ever starting. Would you take that chance?

And, let’s just say that there’s a slight hitch with the aforementioned time-travelling. When you alter something, a rip occurs in space/time and tears open by about five centimetres, the amount doubling every time something is altered. Would you still keep going? Or would you stop and await your fate to be dished up to you, even with the knowledge that there was a slight chance that you could have saved yourself without tearing the universe down the middle?

This is the tale of just how selfish one man can get when faced with total annihilation, and the devastation that he alone can cause. It’s just a story idea, but I want to have a crack at it when I’m completely finished (or really need a break from) the novel I’m currently writing. I’m thinking it’s going to end up rather entertaining to write…

Game of the night: Braid “homage” The Company of Myself.

Traveled to the future and brought back the future phone

This blog is funded by bets made from the future and placed in the past. Small investments can be sent in the present for your future prosperity. It’s a pretty much for sure thing.

Jayj

Greetings from the World of Tomorrow TechStuff! This week, Chris and I fired up the DeLorean, set the time circuits to The Future and blasted off for another pair of exciting podcasts. We have to take a moment to thank Liz, our amazing editor. It’s Liz who adds in all the special sound effects that make our shows even better (in this host’s humble opinion, at any rate). She’s also the person responsible for trimming out mistakes. Not that we make mistakes often. Ahem.

On Monday, we answered a listener request to explain the 2038 problem. Do you remember the hysteria surrounding 2000 and the dreaded Y2K problem? The 2038 problem is similar to that. It all hinges on the way Unix-based systems keep time. The whole story is both bizarre and interesting. For example, did you know that according to Unix, time began on Jan. 1, 1970?

Then on Wednesday, we take all our listeners on a field trip to the future to see how offices will take advantage of emerging technologies. We also learn that the TechStuff Time Machine can get mighty stuffy.

To all our listeners who continue to send us suggestions, feedback and reviews, we give our thanks. We’re receiving more mail now than ever before. Your input is what continues to cause our show to evolve over time. Keep it up!

And if you’d like to learn more about the 2038 problem and office technologies, pop on over to HowStuffWorks.com:

What is the 2038 problem?
How Server Virtualization Works
How Time Travel Will Work

So, this is the first post that we will dedicate to the question of time-travel in physics. We’ll start easy, but things may get pretty confusing soon, so behold!

Of course, we’re all time traveling, right now. We’re traveling towards the future, at a rate of one second per second. Strange speeds in our time travel appear as early as the Mahabharata, when king Kakudmi visits lord Brahma for some chat and, when he returns, many years have gone by. Yet, travel to the past appears later in stories, and mostly for the pleasure of anachronism. The time machine appears by the end of the XIX century in a short story from a Spanish writer, Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau, el “Anacronópete”, where the theory is exposed that it is the atmosphere causing the flow of time, as can be checked by the conservation of food in hermetic cans… His machine travels to the past much like Superman, flying against the rotation of the Earth.

The first story to deal with the problems of time travel to the past seems to be
Tourmalin’s Time Cheques, by Thomas A. Guthrie, under pseudonym in 1891, which I can’t discuss yet… (it’s in my reading list).

To the best of my knowledge, the first story which shows the problems and paradoxes of time travel to the past in its full glory is By his own bootstraps, by Robert A. Heinlein, in 1941. If you enjoy discussion about these topics, you really should read that short story.

The first and foremost paradox of time-travel is the grandfather murder case. I travel 50 years back in time and kill my grandfather before he meets my grandmother… so I can’t be born, and can’t kill my grandfather. So, if I do A, I force not-A, which forces A… what is the way out? Somehow, something should prevent you from killing your grandfather, so that history remains coherent.

We physicists love to give a name to everything, so we’ve baptized it as the Novikov principle. History should be coherent. Perhaps, after all, I do not have free will, I can’t choose to kill my grandpa… You see, the paradox with people gets somehow out of focus. Let us put it up simply will balls. This way, we call it Polchinski’s paradox:

We have a time-machine which has an input slot, an output slot and one dial. If you put something in the input slot, it will come out of the output slot some time before given by the mark in the dial. OK. Now, we put the dial to “1 second” and throw a ball towards the input slot. The same ball will come out of the output slot 1 second before the original one hits the input slot, OK? Now we can fix the geometry so that the second ball hits the first and puts it out of the way. So the output ball will prevent the input ball from entering the machine and, therefore… where did the second ball come from?

Polchinski's paradox

There are ways to overcome this paradox. Can you think of any?

It's my turn on the time machine!!!!

]]> http://carlsagansdanceparty.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/podcast-5/ Wed, 25 Nov 2009 07:05:01 +0000 logicmania http://carlsagansdanceparty.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/podcast-5/

In this episode…

-Explain THAT Science!: Harry Trunckles tackles the issue of Drunk driving.

-Future Facts: John Titor, Time-Traveler Extraordinaire, details the progression of religion over the next two centuries.

-Jasper Pennies Reviews: The hit movie “The Fourth Kind” has Jasper utterly baffled.

-CSDP Interview Edition: Rebecca Watson chats with us about skeptical activism and feminism. And the interview was objectively awesome.

-Final Solutions: Michelle Glasshappy gives you tips on cleaning your cat.

-The Unofficial Version: Nicola Novakowsky explains the parascientific method.

-Explain THAT Science Supplemental: Harry Trunckles vs. PZ Myers. The fight you’ve all been waiting for.

-Precision Horoscopes: Supercomputer Deep Penetration brings you high-quality astrology.

http://carlsagansdanceparty.podbean.com/2009/11/25/carl-sagans-dance-party-5/

Steven Olsen with PZ Myers and Rebecca Watson.

PZ Myer’s blog, Pharyngula:

http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/

Rebecca Watson’s sites:

http://skepchick.org

http://theskepticsguide.org

NY: Tor, 1981.

Time travel is a favorite sf theme and certain cause-and-effect problems are built into any time-travel story. “Can you change the past?” is the most obvious one. Anderson, one of the inventors of the “time patrol” story (and they’re still some of the best of the type), took the view, at least for the purposes of the narrative, that history is not immutable but still is not easily altered. There’s no “butterfly effect” in his world. You have to attack history at certain nexus points. And that’s what the Bad Guys do in these stories, aiding Hannibal’s assault on Rome, replacing Cyrus of Persia, and so on. Anderson knows his history, certainly. The five stories here all were originally published in the magazines and were republished in book form in various configurations, so it’s a bit difficult to know that you’ve located and read all of them. The style is pure 1950s-‘60s pulp and entirely enjoyable.

Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could time travel to any point we wanted. To see what the world will look like 10 years, 15 years, 20 years, will it be any different? How drastically different will our lives be? Will we live in a Star Trek-esque utopian society? Will humanity implode on itself?

Without asking anymore questions, this video makes me really excited about our technological future.

P.S. whatever the video title might say, I doubt that Microsoft will be the one to bring about these changes unless there is a drastic change in their leadership.

This is one heavy Mod:

You’ll need to hit 88 MPH and FPS to actually go back to the future, but we promise the effects in this DeLorean mod for Crysis/Crysis Wars will leave you like a slack-jawed Doc Brown.

No hoverboards or locomotives, sadly, but that is a fully-functioning DeLorean. And by fully, I mean fully.

Far Out!  Nice one an1sh

What more do you need out of a graphic novel than art and time travel? Oh, crime solving, of course! The graphic novel Luna Park was reviewed in Underwire:

Druggy, thuggy graphic novel Luna Park tracks a slipstreaming Russian soldier through time and annihilation. A gripping but arty hardcover, Kevin Baker and Danijel Zezelj’s crime-travel comic samples cultural staples as different as Alexander Pushkin, Chinatown and The Manchurian Candidate.

But Luna Park also cleverly carves out its own gang tattoo, using a potent combination of dramatic graphics and fractal narrative that skips sharply across time, history and myth without leaving readers behind. The result is one of 2009’s best graphic novels.

“Time travel works particularly well in comics. You can just show it, instead of having to describe the hell out of it,” said the award-winning Baker, author of historical novels like the City of Fire trilogy. Luna Park, released earlier this month, follows that visual code with poetry, balancing Baker’s dense knowledge of history with Zezelj’s roughened but still cinematic illustrations.

“Luna Park gave me a chance to play with history,” said Baker of his first graphic novel. “But I’m just trying to hone and humanize it, to tell individual stories within its sweep. It bends me more than I bend it.”

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I don’t know if it’s just my strange perception of the world anymore that seems to have taken a more spiritual and somewhat magical slant on reality, but I think I’ve encountered some kind of perception into the past.Okay, so maybe it has to do with energy from the earth because it happens a lot as I’m walking up my country road passed peoples’ houses and fields. A lot of time times if I really am quiet and pay attention to the surroundings, it’s as if something inside me opens to the many layers of the past buried under the hard pavement to a dirt road once travled traveled by Native Americans to their Pow-Wow in town, the long journeys the wagons of old times traveling. Then more recently are hints of families that had once lived in the houses I pass and it’s like I glimpse fragments of their lives, like essences all mixed up. I’m no psychic or anything lik like that but all I can say is these expeirnces xperiences are quite profoudn at times and somewhat unreal, because I know they’re in my mind and yet somehow it’s like I’m seeing preserved moments frozen in time as energy captured by the earth. IT’s very strange.

A more recent event of this funny timeslip experience happened to me about two months ago while I was praying at my church. IT’s a city church, so it’s open all day long and I enjoy going in there alone to be in solitude. Well, autumn had arrived with a cool breeze but no leaveshad fallen just yet. Anyway, it was late afternoon as I was headed for the church and realized that something was hovering around me,a sense of being suspended in another time while simaltaniously existing in the present. I couldn’t place myself as to what time period until I had prayed a while in the church and then after some thought realized it was like I was in the late 1800s. In my mind, I had this strong thought of men and women dressed in suits and dresses lingering outside the church, talking (therewas no sound), as if I were watching a three-dimentional silent film and there was a tall rod iron fence and gate outside the church and many dried leaves under a gray fall sky. That was the sense and picture I gathered from this timeslip and thought it curious. IT didn’t leave me till I walked a block or so away from the church and I haven’t sensed it since.
What was so fascinating about this mental timeslip, if that’s what it was, was that when I researched the historiy of the church, I found it had once indeed had a rod iron fence around it and it was popular with many people attending during the time I’d perceived. Now, I didn’t know any historical background of this church so it wasn’t anything from my unconscious awareness.

So, what could this have been? What is this phenomenon? Has anyone else experienced this? Is time layeredlike the many years of soil or rock? Please let me know.